Monday, February 27, 2012

Foreign Model + Hip-Hop Icon x Me = Undisputed Classic

The good folks @ Thick N Thicker Entertainment interviewed me for their Officially Rated Thick radio show over the weekend

The interview is funny as H.E. double hockey sticks…check for yourself…I’m the last guest on the joint

The first two guests are Shelly, a model from Holland (yes, Blacks folks exist in Holland)…and Hip-Hop icon CL Smooth

Of course they saved the best for last…*straight face*

Oh yeah…this random guy in the studio walked up to me and said he admired my work…I didn't know whether I should believe he got me confused with CL or if he truly read my work...I mean, I look like every Black celebrity nowadays according to people


Oh well…on to the clip

Watch live video from inthemixxradio on

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Her Punany Tastes like Chicken

What’s woody, family?

I’m cutting down on blogging to focus on my new novel project…I’ll post once a week if not the 3 times like I’ve always done

If you haven’t purchased a copy of my novel, Thick When the Chances are Slim, feel free to place your order @

I’ll appreciate the love

Speaking of THICK, one of the subjects of the novel highlights how Chinese take out spots in America don’t sell real Chinese food…that’s right…chop suey, egg rolls, shrimp fried rice, teriyaki, etc are NOT real Chinese food

If anything, it’s considered “junk” to the Chinese of the Orient…scraps!

THICK also illustrates how Chinese workers at these take out joints don’t eat the food they’re selling


I got my Private I on and ordered fish whiting and vegetable fried rice this past weekend…I rarely eat fried foods but a brother was hungry…I didn’t feel like cooking

Anyway…I took some snaps to show you I’m not trippin when I wrote that Chinese workers for the most part don’t eat what they’re selling

As you can see, homie got vegetables and all that healthy shit

The only thing they can have to themselves is the roast pork in the pot…they sell pork and eat THAT shit…I don’t dine on swine #NoPorkOnMyFork


I asked the cashier the contents of the food on the table and he told me. I later asked him what he thought of Jeremy Lin of the Knicks and he just grinned

I guess he’s tired of folks asking him about his Chinese brethren who’s lighting up the NBA
right now.

Aight, back to the topic…I don’t eat chicken nor beef at Chinese take out spots…I ordered sesame seed chicken and threw it up in the toilet 3 years ago at my hotel in Atlanta after a book signing…I was officially done with eating anything from Chinese spots besides their veggies

I don’t know whether I’d ingested a cat, rat, or dog…real talk

Ayo…I’m out



Boy tearin' that food up

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Skinny Bitches are Evil

Ayo…I wanna give a shout out to a supporter right quick…A sista whom I met awhile back when ya boy was out and about in NYC gettin his lounge on

Gi Gi copped my joint Thick When the Chances are Slim last week and supported a brother by not only purchasing a copy, but also posting the pic of the novel on Facebook

Her posting of the book infamously known as THICK has led to members of her friend’s list to either purchase a copy on the spot, or make a note to do so later on

WORD OF MOUTH is VERY crucial for independent authors such as myself…that’s the greatest promotion without coming out of pocket…real talk

It’s hard to turn book buyers into advocates especially when they don’t have any incentive

I don’t wanna get too sappy or sentimental…just wanted to show some appreciation to a supporter who looked out when she didn’t have to

Always remember….there’s a BIG difference between a buyer and a supporter

Buyers are reactive…Supporters are PROACTIVE

Marinate on that, grasshoppers

Aight, ya’ll…I’m Audi 5000

to order your copy…I’m not gonna tell you why you should buy the book, or what separates my art from the rest…Just know I don’t half ass when I write

And that's the honest truth...RUTH!



Tuesday, February 14, 2012

(Stupid) Shit That Authors Say

In honor of the Shit That (insert here) Say videos that are popular on the net, I’m doing a written version for authors…only the STUPID shit they say.

The last blog advocated my fellow colleagues…now I’m gonna expose the dumb shit I’ve heard from authors in my travels...some of the nonsense posted are things I've said in the past.

I didn’t feel like doing a video version and posting it on YouTube…I’m a writer…I’ll leave the movie star shit for others.

Aight…peep game 

1) "I’m shooting a movie version of my book next week"

Unless your joint is low budget, Hollywood ain’t fuckin’ with you when you have less than a million book buyers


2) "I sold out of books at the last signing"

See my last blog

3) "I sold over 10,000 copies"

Again, see my last blog…if you sold over 10,000 (I’ve heard authors say 100,000) then why are you leaving the game if the game is so good to you?

The average book sales for an independent/self-published author for a single title is between 100 and 1,000 copies…if you’ve sold more than that, you’re on your way to greatness

4) "I don’t work a day job"

CLICK HERE to see where I’m coming from as well as a cross reference to point 3

Don’t get it twisted…writing books is not my only profession or “hustle”

5) "I don’t write for the money"


6) "It doesn’t matter if the book I’m writing is about sex, violence, and drugs…as long as people are reading"

I HATE when authors say that load of fuckery...That’s probably the most back handed comment to the consumer I’ve heard since stepping into the book industry…LOL

7) "I write about the hood because that’s all I know"

Yes, and you also write hood shit because your imagination is limited

8) "It’s about the art…fuck the business"

Yep…and that’s why you’re broke

9) "My books are too deep for the reader…that’s why they don’t get it"

Well…maybe…maybe not…material that’s light on the mind will always sell more…you gotta target the right people and build your buzz around them


10) "My shit ain’t selling because people are stupid and they don’t like real shit"

I feel your pain…I’m gonna
drop a jewel from something a wise man once told me, “put the medicine in the ice cream and people WILL get it”

Aight, ya’ll…that’s my Top 10 in no particular order…I could’ve posted more…I fell back on that impulse…I didn’t wanna appear as a “hater”
...whatever that means.

Until next time

Peace and Afro Grease


Monday, February 13, 2012

Lying About Book Sales is Sexy

Ayo…I wanna pour out some herbal tea for Whitney Houston…a damn shame for what happened to her…a great loss.

48 is mad young…real talk.

I also wanna pour out some green tea for Prime Time book store that was located a couple blocks from Fulton Ave on Nostrand Avenue in Bed Stuy, Brooklyn.

Another independent book store bites the dust. I was pissed to see the book store closed...I wanted to cop a new book to read...FUCK!!!

I’m not gonna blame the close on the lack of support from buyers. You never know. The landlord could’ve jacked up the cost to lease the joint for the new year and forced the book store out.

Then again…I did see a barber shop a couple doors down on the same strip…and then again, you know Negroes love to get their hair tight at least twice a week.

Speaking of lack of support, a lot of people dislike when authors lie about their sales. A lot of authors give themselves “the best seller” tag like it’s going out of style.

Guess what...I really don’t blame authors for doing that.

One of the first questions I get from potential buyers when I’m out on the grind is, “How many books you sold?”

I’m thinking to myself, “What the fuck does my book sales have to do with the actual content of the novel?” I hold back on expressing that thought because I don’t wanna appear rude and lose out on a sale.

So I usually give them the vague answer of, “I’m doing well” (which I am) or “I’m on my second print run” (which isn’t a lie)

American society has an issue with associating quality with sales. That’s a false. You can convince the public that syrup on shit is pancakes with the right marketing and promotion.

Oh…I forgot…they’re already doing that…it’s called Chit’lins

Let me stop before my Southern brothers and sisters send me hate emails.

I remember one time I helped this sista make up a story to a customer at her book signing in Harlem about BET picking up the movie rights to her novel. I lied my ass off…LOL…I wanted to help a sista out, so I played along with her.  

And yep...she got a sale.

You can’t get mad at the author for doing that…a lot of people are quick to support the rich and forget about the poor…the book game is ugly, just like any business of selling…you gotta fake it before you make it to put your foot in the door sometimes.

We’re living in a society where people care more about record sales than the actual music…it’s hard to speak honestly when the world is superficial…you gotta get it how you live.

Me personally…I don’t lie about my sales...I give vague answers like I said before…I let the reader figure the shit out on their own.

Am I wrong for saying I’m a best seller if I order only 100 books and sell out of them?

I mean, I did “sell” them to the “best” of my abilities…right?

Marinate on that…until the next time…



Friday, February 10, 2012

Thursday, February 9, 2012

The Game to be SOULED, Not to be SOLD - Interview with a Former Pimp PART 2

This is PART 2 of my interview with Caujuan aka Ka$hanova

HERE if you missed PART 1

From left to right: Caujuan, Maroy, Kenny Redd, Supreme @ the West Coast Player's Ball

Nah’Sun - I saw your post on Facebook about chastising pimps for having underage girls for service. It’s stereotyped that all pimps and guys who own escort services have minors working for them. Please clear the air from your perspective.

Caujuan - I hate anybody that exploits underage girls and prostitute them with a passion. First and foremost, that's the biggest misconception and out right lie, that all pimps turn out little girls or force females to work.

This game is about choose and chosen. Females enter the game by choice. They pay a pimp by choice. How the fuck you gonna force another grown person to do anything that they don't wanna do? You send a hoe out on the track, she out there for hours on end (by herself) and then comes home after working so many odd hours. Why the fuck did she come home if she didn't wanna be there???

She had all day to leave. Shit, she could have bought a bus ticket after her first date and been in another state before her pimp was none the wiser. I feel like a pimp that pimps on minors have no game about them self. You should be able to deal with a woman with a developed mind that’s of age and can make proper decisions. Not a little girl that’s confused and still tryna find her way in the world.


Nah’Sun - Tell me more about you book. What’s the name of your upcoming joint, and what will separate the content from well known books on the subject like Donald Goines’s Whoreson and Iceberg Slim’s Pimp?

Caujuan - Well my book is called Let Me Pimp Or Let Me Die and it's the realist book in the game, about the game, since those books you just named. The difference in my book and those is those books take place in the 50's and 60's. My book takes place in the here and now. It's very modern and shit, a pimp or hoe in the life right now can relate to. It's raw but not over the top. It's very realistic and a straight page turner. When I was locked up I would let brothers read it because I knew that that was my target market, and I kid you not, once most of them started reading it, they couldn't put it down. One cat read the book for 10 hours straight! That's when I knew I had a winner.


Nah’Sun – I feel you. What’s the best city in the country that has the most beautiful women in your opinion?

I love to travel and ya boy needs some eye candy.

Caujuan – Daygo (San Diego), where else? Hahaha. Nah real shit, tho. The one thing I love about Daygo is the diversity. Like when you go down south it's real cut in dry...Black, white, Mexican and a few others. And they don't really interact much, not like they do in Daygo. But in Daygo, we have Blacks, whites, Mexicans, Filipinos, islanders, Samoans, the list goes on. And we all fuck with each other. But I'd have to say Miami's a close second. They have some beautiful women up there.


Nah’Sun – I’ma have to check out Daygo to see for myself. I know it’s a big military town, too. So how do you know when a woman is choosing you?

Caujuan - If she's a hoe, the moment she steps outta pocket. If I got eyes I know I got action. If it’s a square, then it's all in the chemistry and attitude. Like if she's smiling, playing with her hair when I talk to her, staying interested and stuck on my every word when I'm getting at her, etc etc etc. 

Nah’Sun - Please explain the meaning of having game. People nowadays think game is corny pick up lines.

Caujuan - Yeah that's the other misconception about pimping. That if you can come up with some corny ass line that rhymes then you a pimp. Like..."bitch quit simpin and get wit this pimpin" NOT!!!! That shit ain't about nothing. That's only 1 percent of the game. The other 99 consist of charisma, knowledge, psychology, manipulation, and always having the right thing to say.

A pimp is never lost for words. He has the answers to any and all questions at the drop of a pimp hat. I use to pride myself in having mostly fresh turn outs. Squares that said prior to dealing with me that they would "never" even think about being a prostitute or paying a pimp much less doing it. That was how I perfected my game. 80% of my hoes were fresh turn outs. 

Nah’Sun - How would a guy get over rejection from a woman?

Caujuan - A man gets over rejection from women by getting at more women. Females love confidence. It's the number one thing they're attracted to next to humor and making them laugh. Who wants a weak man with low self esteem scared to approach women? Women out number men in America like 3 to 1. So my theory is, for every two that ain't talking bout nothing one is. Even in baseball you might miss two pitches but the last ball you slam outta the park. Treat rejection like it's the woman’s lost and she missed out. Walk away with your head up high. Smile, nod, and move on to the next. Pulling females is like anything else in life, the more you do it the better you get at it.


Nah’Sun – That’s real talk. What were some of the biggest tricks in the game…athletes, politicians, musicians, etc?

I know some of the shit you've seen shocked the hell out of you...LOL

Caujuan - All of thee above. But corporate white folks and Asians are the best. My bro's bitch before we got knocked off got over $80,000 from one trick in one whop who was her sugar daddy. Now that's gwap!

Yeah I saw and heard about a lot of shocking shit that most people wouldn't believe unless they saw it with their own eyes. I have a few stories like that incorporated in my book. I can't give up all the game so readers are gonna have to buy the book to find out what I'm talking about


Nah’Sun – I got you. You gonna have to keep me updated about your joint. What are some of the things you’ll teach your son so he wouldn’t go through the same trials as you?

And what would you say to him if he wanted to follow your footsteps by getting in the game?

Caujuan - Teach my son to learn from me, not be like me. Take all of the good and positive aspects of my life and disregard the negative ones. My son has a lot of game about himself because he was exposed to the game his entire life.

When I went on the run, 6 months into it I sent for him and had him by my side ‘til the day I got caught. I have NO respect for dead beat dads because I know what it's like to grow up without a strong male role model. Especially for boys. Cause no matter how good of a mom a woman might be, it takes a man to teach a boy how to be a man...period! No disrespect to the single mothers out there holding it down, but it is what it is.

I taught my son from day one to do good in school and be the best at what ever he do. I taught him (through example) the downfall to the game and anything related to it. I taught him that the game is always a dead end road and only 5% or less ever make it out rich, successful, or not in prison. He was there when I was super rich and he was there when I was super broke, so he knows this to be fact. I build with my son every day. We have an unbreakable bond and he's a very good kid. I couldn't be prouder of him. He gets all A's and B's in school, no gangbangin, no drug using, and highly respectful to others. What more can I ask?

I would never let him follow in my footsteps, so that’s not even a question. My son's gonna be the opposite of me. I teach my son to use the game he was born with and into, and use it to rule the world from a square’s perspective, just like I'm doing now. I lead by example. So with that he sees the benefits of getting money in the game as well as getting money legally. The difference in the two is...there's no pit falls to worry about the legal route. And he understands that.


Nah’Sun - That's's good that you're choppin' it up and buildin' with your sun (son) to show him the ins and outs of life. 

Tell me about Caujuan 5 years from now.

Caujuan - Well the Caujuan 5 years from now will be very successful. I'm already paving the way for that right now. My brother and I started a company called Supreme Team Media set to launch in 3 weeks. We're basically your one stop shop for any and everything that has to do with media. We have the best web designers, graphic artist, videographers, social media marketers, etc. And we're not talking on a small scale but on a very high end scale.

I got tired of dealing with broke rappers and models that wouldn't even spend $10 on a timeline cover to promote themselves...that's crazy! It's like damn, if a person won't spend $5 how the hell you gonna get them to spend $500 or even better $5,000?


Nah’Sun – LOL…That’s real talk.

Caujuan - So that's when my brother and I knew it was time to switch tracks but continue riding the same train. We met a couple of individuals connected within some rich and important circles and joined forces. Now we do high end work for high end prices. Next month we're incorporating. So in 5 years I should be a millionaire or at the very least a hundred thousandaire.


Nah’Sun – Aight, bro Caujuan. We’re gonna wrap this up. It’s been real. Feel free to give some shout outs so we can close the curtain on this party.

Caujuan - Shout out to my bro Supreme for holding it down while I was locked up and paving the way so I wouldn't have to hustle when I came home.

Shout out to Maroy from Too Real for TV, a good friend of mines for showing me love on Cross Country Pimping Part 1 (the DVD that started it all). He could have shown me in a negative, flashy flamboyant light, but instead focused on the injustice of how the San Diego PD (Police Department), sheriffs, vice, and prosecutors did us foul.

Shout out to all the females that held me down when I was locked up: books fat, JPay every week, packages and 3 cell phones on deck (pimp shit) LOL.

And last but not least to all my playa patna and hoes in the game.

Pimps know the rest!

One love...Peace

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

The Game to be SOULED, Not to be SOLD - Interview with a Former Pimp PART 1

Pimping is an old art form that Black men in America used to survive post-slavery and racist Jim Crow laws. America’s prejudice with her hesitance to provide young Black males jobs to make a living forced their will to get money by other means. Some took part in the The Sporting Life, or what is commonly known as The Life or Pimping in order to make ends meet.

Irish and Italian gangs were the American gangsters during the Jim Crow era. Black men didn’t have the means or the political clout to make moves as gangsters. In fact, you didn’t dare call a Black man a “gangster” even when he took part in criminal activity back in those days. He saw the term as offensive.

Using wits and the gift of gab came before the muscle of a gangster. You wouldn’t eat if you didn’t have a mouthpiece. And since prostitution is the world’s oldest profession, dudes managing and turning out chicks to sell pussy for paper filled up pockets.

When the country caught on to the pimp game and the vices within, brothers had to elevate their game to avoid jail bars, the mental hospital, or even death. Brothers like Caujaun aka Ka$hanova, whom law authorities in San Diego had once labeled him and his brother (Allmighty Master Supreme) the most sophisticated pimps in the county, are striving to leave the game on some street to executive suite type shit.

Peep the interview I conducted with Caujuan to witness the transformation and elevation of the soul of a man who played his hand deep in the game 

Caujuan on the left with his brother Allmighty Master Supreme on the right

Nah’Sun - What was the turning point in your life that told you to leave the game and get into freelance photography, graphic/web designing and owning a break dancing roller skating team called Uprock?

- When I went to prison and was facing 13 years. Being away from my son was the worst. I knew that no amount of money in the world was worth my freedom. I actually came to the realization while on the run. That's when me and my son started Team Uprock.

- How was the transition to go from the streets to making legit paper?

- The transition was hard. I still struggle with it today. It's hard when you're use to making a thousand dollars a day, sometimes more which is $20,000 or better a month, to just enough to get by. If no client wants a website, pics, or graphics, then there's no money that day. Maybe even that week. When life starts throwing you curve balls like that and you know you're capable of making money in a day then you might have made all month, it gets real hard to stay legit.

- How long were you in “The Life”, and while you were in the game, what did you see yourself doing 5 or 10 years ahead of that period?

- I started pimping in ‘95. I was 21 years old. I was laced by a couple of old school pimps, so I had real old school game. Nothing like what the game is today. Now the game is hella watered down and messed up. You know it's bad when you have a pimp task force jumping out on fools like they the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration). I was always ahead of the game with my thinking though.

When everybody else was working their girls on the track (the streets), I was working my girls in the (escort) service. I learned quickly where the High class money was. This was waaaay before working in an escort service was popular. It use to be like only 5 girls total that worked in the service, and most of them never worked pass 1am. So my girls would rack up working 'til the sun came up, getting all the calls lazy hoes passed up.

Then when pimps finally caught on and started putting their hoes in the service, I got hip to the internet and started posting my girls on, cityvibe, and eros. I helped launch those sites. One of the owners of exotics was actually one of my girl’s clients. I always treated the game like a means to an end. This was when my brother and I decided to open our own service and get all the money!

Why pay a service $100 to $200 a call when we can keep that, too, and run our own shit. We was already averaging over $40,000 a month combined. So that's what we did. Then we started a rap label and opened up a studio to start cleaning up the money and transition into being 100% legal. That was the plan.


Nah’Sun - That’s crazy because I actually thought about running an escort service while in college. Two chicks who happened to be from Philly needed some dough. Bad broads, too. One was already stripping. The other girl’s family’s business went down the drain.

I told them about the idea of an escort. They were with it!

I didn’t go forward with running the escort for various reasons. What I didn’t know that the service could turn illegal on the strength of sex between both parties involved.

I would’ve got my ass caught up on something serious…LOL

Were you on the run during the time you sent the videotape to the Cross Country Pimping Documentary stating you and your brother’s issue with the law?

And if so, how did you get out of that jam to jump start what you’re doing now?

I thought it was interesting that you’d sent
Too Real For TV that videotape while on the run considering that law authorities could’ve tracked you down.

- Yeah I was on the run when I sent the videotape, and as crazy as that sounds, I actually took a lot of precautions like for instance, I changed my whole identity and never used my real social security number nor did I ever contact any of my family for the first year. And when I did it was real covert.

I use to study books on how to live on the run and how to change your identity and not get caught. I had the shit down to a science. It got to the point where I was on the run so long I actually did start getting reckless. Like believe it or not, I skated with my team for the Atlanta Hawks halftime show or even worst I was on America's Got Talent in 2008 right before I got caught. LOL

I finally got caught in 2008. I was on the run a full 5 years which is good by any means especially with a case as big as mines was. My face was on the web TV and news. The cops didn't have a clue where I was and probably still wouldn't if it wasn't for one of my ex-hoes telling where I was. I have no direct proof she told but my Pimpintuition tells me she did. I was smart enough to know that one day I was gonna get caught and have to answer to my charges so I stacked my chips up, stayed low key, and lived my life to the fullest.

Nah’Sun - How did you come up with the concept of owning a break dancing skate boarding team once you left the game?

I’ve never heard of a break dancing skate team before. It looks and sounds dope.


Caujuan - I came up with my jamskating by accident. One day my son asked if we could go to the skating rink around the corner from where we was living. So we went, and when we got there we noticed these skaters doing some moves I'd never saw before. They was break dancing, spinning, flipping, floor work, and the whole time I was like "that shits dope!"

So the next week I bought me and my son some skates and we took to it like fish to water. The following week we started our own team and it took off. Six months later we going cross country skating and winning completions hahaha. Kinda funny when you think about it, I went from cross country pimpin to cross country skating

Nah’Sun - See, man. You're showing and proving. You stumbled upon something without even trying. If you can make thousands in one game, I’m sure you can replicate that in another.

- Yep, that's because a true hustla is gonna always survive and make shit happen. Whether he slangin pussy or cans for a living, he gonna make it happen. And not only is he gone make it happen, but he's gonna elevate while doing so can't keep a real hustla down.

Caujuan with break dancing skate team

Nah’Sun – Speaking of cross country, I see you’re a native New Yorker. How did you get from NYC to Daygo (San Diego)?

I caught the West Coast accent when I saw the videotape.

- I was born in New York, grew up in Queens, a couple years in The Bronx, and about a year in Manhattan before I moved out west to San Diego when I was 10. I had a hustler dad. I grew up righteous a part of the 5% Nation of Islam. Which is the good part of why I grew up so open minded and intelligent. My father had 4 earths (wives) at one point, and they did all the woman things a woman should do like cook, clean, sew, and teach the children.

I was home schooled from birth to 6 so by the time I went to school I was hella smart and real advanced. So was my brother. Growing up in that type of situation was similar to pimpin’ when you think about it; all the women in one household taking care of their man and business while he provides guidance and knowledge. When I think back I realize I was born into this because once I started pimping it didn't seem like much of a jump from what I was already witnessing since birth except I had to be fine with my women sleeping with other men.

For some reason that never bothered me. My dad was a good dad, just a lousy husband and would beat my mother real bad sometimes almost 'til death. That, and the 80's crack epidemic is what brought us to California. That was the last time I saw the person I always called father. That's also when he went from a good dad to a lousy father.


Nah’Sun – Wow…that's crazy. Now I see how and why you got into the game. You pretty much saw it every day. 

You have a righteous name. Explain the internal struggle between having knowledge of self from the 5 Percent Nation teachings while running an escort service.

- Well when I moved to San Diego, I fell victim and stopped living under the 5% teachings with the exception of not eating pork and having knowledge of self. So for me it wasn't much of a struggle. Being righteous just made me more aware of the world and the true meaning of life. If anything it motivated me to get money more. This world is scandalous especially when you know the truth behind who really runs the planet like the Masons and shit like that.

Our country was built on crime and treachery. So I knew as a Black man in America the deck is already stacked against you and if you're a poor Black man it's gonna be 10 times as hard…but not impossible!

I just wasn't willing to take the slow route. I was addicted to fast money. Before I was pimping, I use to jack D-Boys (dope boys) for pounds of weed. At this time I was only 16. I just loved the rush of getting money and having things.


Nah’Sun - What are some ways that motivates you to stay on the straight path?

A lot of brothers go in and out of the penal system and become mentally conditioned to go back to what they know best.

- Being with my son and having an active role in his life is my main motivation to stay straight and narrow. The second is my freedom. You can't put a price tag on your freedom. To have another human being telling you when to eat, sleep, strip, and shit is the most degrading and humiliating thing a person can go through. The actual time is nothing once you get use to being locked up because as humans we have a basic instinct to survive no matter how harsh the conditions.

So you adapt. The strong survive and the weak perish. That's the reason so many get institutionalized because just think about it for a sec. If you don't have shit to live for on the streets, no family, no real friends, no self worth or life worth talking about, then get thrown into a situation where you live rent free, basic cable, 3 meals, clothes, and a warm bed would you be trippin’ on being there? Not likely.

The hardest part about being locked up is being away from family and a significant other. Well if you don't have those things then you're not really missing anything and it's easy to get caught up in the revolving door of the penal system.


Nah’Sun - And with that said, how do you feel about the commercialization of pimping?

I don't think Maroy (Director of the
Cross Country Pimping series) is doing anymore Cross Country Pimping documentaries because word on the street is that he feels the same as you about the watering down of the game.

- I think the commercialization of pimping is disgusting and has done more harm to the game than any one thing. You gotta realize this shit use to be a secret society. A muthafucka thought pimping was a joke before American Pimp, Pimps Up Hoes Down, 50 Cent, etc. People use to think that a pimp was a dude in a clown suit and gold fish platforms. Or a white man with a leather coat, switch blade, and chains on looking Italian. Nobody ever thought in a million years that a pimp was making D-Boy money all while living under the radar and neither did the police...Until we started telling on our self and exposing game.


Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Getting Over a Rejection for Dummies

Before I start, I just wanna say fuck the Giants

Hectic isn’t the word to describe this week.

From setting up radio interviews for my novel Thick When the Chances are Slim to interviewing others for the blog site and other things that don’t fit in a 24-hour span, there’s never a dull moment in the life of mine.

The weekend before this one I partied with the folks at Bigger and Better Thangs Entertainment…commonly known as BBT. They throw what many might call “big girl parties” in New York City.

The truth is that BBT parties at Abella’s, a restaurant/club located in lower Manhattan, is open to all shapes and sizes. The thick and sexy dominate BBT joints for the most part.

A comedy show kicked off before the partying. I skipped that. I wasn’t tryna hear ninja crack jokes

(“Ninja” is a fancier word for “nigga”…let’s move on)

The theme of the party was sports jersey night, particularly football. Fuck that. I got suited and booted.


This thick ass chick strutted out the club to her car. My crazy ass bopped toward her and told her to give me a hug.

And she did. Cool ass chick. I hate stuck up broads.

Turns out she's from Connecticut.

That makes sense...New York chicks normally wouldn't hug dudes they don't know out the blue.


We chopped it up a few seconds and I gave her a bookmark. She needed to change shoes and promised me a dance.

The dance was worth it…we took a flick together.

The long line didn’t bother me. I got inside 20 minutes after I got there. The bouncers denying the late arriving BBT promoters evoked a chuckled out of me. How do you get denied at your own joint?

Anyway...I caught my homeboy S tha Mogul leave the joint early from the side exit. He said the joint was bouncing. Hmmm…so I’m thinkin’ to myself, “Why the fuck you leavin’ so early?”

He was reluctant to tell me his reason…he claimed it wasn’t over a broad.

Oh well…more honeys for me.

Passing off bookmarks of THICK jumped off my first 15 minutes at the spot. I grind even when I’m supposed to relax. I saw this woman with an ass the size of Chicago waltzed toward the bathroom with her homegirl.

I waited in the hallway until she came out (I passed out bookmarks during that time)…I wanted to kick game at her.

Shorty came out and gave me the bullshit


ME: Hey, whassup? What’s your name?

GIRL (stops walking to turn around): (Says a name I forget)

ME: You enjoying yourself?

GIRL: Yeah, it’s okay

ME: Let me make you feel more than okay

GIRL: How you gonna do that?

ME: Give you all types of stimulation and good conversation

GIRL: How old are you?

Let me stop the dialogue right here.

Now fellas…whenever a chick asks you, “how old are you?” that means she’s giving you the Shit Test.

The Shit Test is when a chick asks you a question to determine whether she wants to deal with you. The “how old are you?” question is one of those.

I told her my age, and needless to say, she didn’t wanna fuck me with me after that


GIRL: I dated a young guy before. It didn't work out

ME: Me and the dude you dated are two different people

GIRL: What you do for work?


Aight…let me stop the dialogue again

Whenever a chick asks you, “What you do for work?” minutes into the conversation, that means 9 out of 10 times she’s a user. THAT particular question is the deal breaker for me.

I gave her a bookmark and briefly told her about my book amidst the loud ass music bouncing off the walls. I didn’t tell her that to please her considering I was promoting and spitting game at the same time. 

ME: I’m going to give you my phone number so you can get at me sometime

GIRL (puts bookmark in her purse): I’ll see you later tonight

ME: You better get me while the getting is good

GIRL: You better tell that to those fat bitches out there



Well…not for me…I thought her "fat bitches" comment was funny considering that some dudes might consider HER fat.

She switched that phat ass away from me like a rocking boat. I wasn’t hurt or sad at all. I’m seasoned enough to keep it moving. I wouldn’t even say it’s her lost because she never had me. She DID lose out on some elevation, though.

Now I’m gonna show ya’ll how to rebound from a rejection.

I saw this other shorty later on that night texting away on her phone. Poor fingers. They needed a break. So I gave them one.

She never saw me coming...I was straight guerilla on shorty...I stepped to her as her eyes latched on to her phone screen.


ME: Your phone ain’t right without my name and number

GIRL (laughs and leans toward me): How you gonna say my phone ain’t right without your name and number?

ME: Its just is. My name is King. What’s yours?

GIRL: Trina (yes, I actually remembered her name). How old are you? (gives the Shit Test)

ME: (I tells her my age)

GIRL: Okay, cool

ME (jokingly): Is that a problem?

GIRL (giggles): No, that’s not.

ME: Okay, cool. Let me give you my number so you can hit me up sometime


Then we exchange information. After we did that, I strolled off and did my thing.

You see, my people…don’t let a rejection fuck up your night…there’s PLENTY of fish in the sea….Michael Jordan didn’t make every game winning shot, and he STILL took those after missing them.

I danced and caught up with some familiar heads that night. What’s weird is that I don’t remember the songs the DJ played.

Then again, I think 98 percent of the music nowadays sucks ass. My subconscious mind did me a favor by allowing me to get my sip on while mingling.

The moral of this story is…


Aight, ya’ll…I’m out


Nah’Sun the Great